Hello friends, I'm tired of reading this erotic story of yours. I told myself to write my first relationship with Weston, so I will go to the main point without any additional poets. I am 18 years old. My name is Mohammad Reza. My side continued until the second year of high school. Since I was very good with it, I allowed myself to at least tell him my feelings. I kindly asked him to be friends with me. We were together for a year. We were angry. Reconciliation. The sexual discussion between us turned into a joke. He just agreed to give me a chance. My chances were not good at all until one of our first-degree relatives died. My whole family was at the ceremony. Under the pretext of the book, he came half an hour later and sat down. I said, "This time, you did not come without doing anything." I stood up for a while and said embarrassedly. I did not go back, I ate her clothes for about ten minutes, I touched her body, then I laid her down, I took off her shawl bed, I lay down, I started to continue, I took my hand from her clothes to her breasts, then I put my hand under her clothes, I started rubbing her breasts at the same time. He was resisting, he was careless, he hugged me tightly, I kissed him, I put his clothes on and I saw his chest, to be honest, he was upset. Once I put my hand on her forehead, it was the peak of my lust. I asked her to masturbate and I was satisfied because I knew she would not suck. And from the bottom of the heart I hugged her and kissed her, I heard her heart pounding, in short, I licked her whole face, I sucked, she even left a mark on my neck, she asked me to finish my work. And the garlic belly reminded me of the best caress of my life. The next day, I asked him. I will call it a memory that I described to you, my friend. If it was good or bad or ugly, forgive your greatness.
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Date: August 22, 2018
